11/22/2025
I Was A Happily Married Father Of 3. Then I Met A Pirate Ship At Hidden Cove
By Jeffrey Lonergen
I remember the exact moment it happened — the quiet crack in my life that widened into a canyon.
The old pirate ship sat in the center of Hidden Cove Mini Golf for decades. I never gave it much thought when Diane and I brought our kids there when they were younger. I always appreciated the holes you play on it, and the kids loved it. I can’t remember it ever being in great shape — but hey, neither was I. I can still recall one of the last times we played it as a family: its faded planks and chipped paint illuminated by a single flickering bulb one summer night. I stepped onto the turf, and something shifted inside me. Its wooden hull loomed over me — steady, unyielding, certain. For the first time in years, I felt seen.
I had been married to my wife, Diane, for 22 years. We had a dependable routine, a mortgage, a chore wheel, and three loser kids. But none of that prepared me for the gravity I felt standing before the ship that night.
“Why that ship?” Diane asked later. “What does it have that I don’t?”
I didn’t have an answer. I only knew it wasn’t a choice. It simply was.
When Hidden Cove was bought out and rebranded as Adventure Church, I told myself the ship would be gone. But they had kept it — polished it, even. The ship looked renewed, almost transcendent. I knew it was time for me to look renewed. For me, for it.
I started buying kratom at the Circle K by my house. It soon developed into an addiction, but it helped me keep my calories down, and I loved the feeling of it when I worked out while listening to “Pod Save America.”
Diane said I should explore my feelings “responsibly.” I tried. I walked the course at night, tracing the outline of the hull with my fingertips, searching for clarity. But clarity only confirmed what I feared.
With my new body and outlook on life, I knew I was finally good enough for the Adventure Church pirate ship — or Noah’s Ark, as they now called it, forcing their identity on it against its will.
Our marriage ended soon after. I told the kids I had fallen for something unexpected. They cried, yelled, and called me a “f**king freak” and said they’d be bullied even more now. But they’ll understand one day, I hope. My oldest daughter called Diane a “cuck,” something Diane didn’t deserve; she has it hard enough paying me alimony.
It has been three years. I no longer hide who I am. I’ve learned that love arrives without permission, without prediction, and sometimes without a wheel to steer it.
I am banned from Adventure Church and now a registered s*x offender, but our love remains — and they don’t have anyone there at night. ;)